The Tomb Raider (lara) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-05 09:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, lara croft |
Who: Lara Croft
What: Capture, Escape and first kills
Where: Dream!Yamatai Island
When: While asleep!
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for disturbing imagery and death
Triggers: NPC death, physical/emotional trauma
She worked at her bonds again, but it was pointless. One of the deckhands (Johns, she thought), made a run for he. He shouted for her to run, but the Russian man who’d captured them shot up, then hit her to the ground and ordered her to stay put. Lara waited until he was gone, then made her own break for it.
Barely hearing anything over her own heartbeat, she crept along a wall, listening to the men. She thought she heard a familiar voice - someone from the Endurance but she couldn’t place who it belonged to. She pressed hard against the stone wall as his scream was cut off by a gunshot.
Who were these people? What kind of hell hole had she landed the crew in?! She moved faster, ducking into a partition between two ancient Japanese structures. She tried to catch her breath, and then held her breath as she watched the Russian walk past her hiding spot. Lara was certain he could hear the hoofbeats in her chest.
It was a surreal moment. The roughness of the rope around her wrists was crystal clear, and most of the sounds of people being hunted and executed sounded distant and dull. She could smell burning wood..Oh god, this village was a thousand years old and they were just burning it to the ground! Shit, Lara. That’s what you think about right now?
She felt calloused hands on her arm and then she was yanked out of her hiding spot. She looked up into the man’s eyes, and knew she was about to die. There was a hardness there, but it was the joy he was taking out of hurting others that stuck with her. Her blood ran cold and she couldn’t quite stop the shaking of her body.
He said something in Russian, and she only caught a few of the words. “Beautiful” and “sister.” She felt his hand run up her side, and it promised only violence. She decided she wasn’t going to die, after all. Lara rammed her knee into him and ran for it, but he grabbed her, pulling her back. The man shoved her against a wooden pillar, and whispered in her ear. She turned her head and bit down on his ear, hard. He cried out, stumbling away.
Lara jerked her shoulder forward, catching him off balance. She fell onto him, useing his own knife to cut her hands free and then scrambling for his fallen gun. She got ahold of it as she felt his weight on top of her. She twisted around, fighting against him, gasping aloud as she tried to block his hands from closing around her throat.
The man grabbed her wrist, and for several long seconds they struggled over the weapon. She grasped onto her pain, and her fear, and she held onto her hope of seeing Sam and Roth again, and by some miracle she pushed the gun towards him, and squeezed the trigger.
The gunshot made her ears ring, but she didn’t notice it. She felt the splatter of blood on her face, and saw the expression of surprise on his. Lara crawled out from underneath him, hands shaking, chest heaving as she started to hyperventilate. She felt like she was going to vomit, and when she looked back at what she’d done, the man’s head was twitching.
“Oh god. Shit. Oh god!” Lara looked at the ground, on her hands and knees, her stomach roiling. She swam in guilt and anger. Anger at this place for what it was doing to her. Anger at herself for what she’d been forced to do. Angry that she felt so sick about it.
Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet, hands fumbling for a moment before they remembered what Roth had taught her. The clip was empty. There had been one bullet.
Resisting the urge to faint, Lara pushed on. She had to find the others.
She woke with a jolt, hands going to her throat. Lara felt the impact of the dream crash down onto her. She rolled over to bury her face into a pillow. She gave a choked sob, once, but if she could keep going after all that, she wasn’t going to start crying now.
“Sam…” She said the name roughly, biting her tongue before she screamed it. Hands shacking, she fell out of her bed and pulled herself up, then padded across the hall to Sam’s room. She looked in, and wiped at her cheeks once relief washed over her that Sam was still there. The sickness in her stomach returned, but she ignored it, closing the door behind her and slipping into bed next to her friend. She wasn’t sure she deserved her, but she wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist and spooned against her. Lara fell asleep with her face buried in Sam’s hair.